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Chapter 20 The Long Road to Domestication

After receiving the two-word reply [OK], Yang Yuran found He Qian and told him that he needed to go out for work on weekends.

Yang Yuran believed that as long as she performed well on the weekend, drew a clear line with Li Shuo, and showed more affection in front of He Ningyue, the other party would definitely help He Qian to show her seriousness.

"At that time, you only need to play the role of the little boy who has a crush on me, and then you can bring in the interpretation according to the script of the role you play."

Seeing that He Qian nodded dully, Yang Yuran worriedly reminded him.

He Qian hiccuped for a few seconds, then asked hesitantly, "Light, is it enough to just cooperate with the script and kill the characters?"

Looking at He Qian's awkward and entangled look, Yang Yuran always felt that she had turned into a bad guy who forced her into prostitution.

Angry and wanting to laugh, he showed the frivolous appearance of an ancient male benefactor, tapped He Qian's forehead with two fingers, and asked, "What follow-up activities do you want? I will try my best to satisfy you."

Especially when the word 'satisfaction' was accentuated, He Qian's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He took two steps back again and again, and replied in a trembling voice, "I have no desire, I want to go home as soon as I finish my participation."

Yang Yuran secretly complained in his heart, 'It's boring, it's not funny', and waved away: "Okay, I'll send you the address on WeChat later, but it's better for us to go together, which is more in line with the positioning of the relationship."

"Okay, I will come to the company in advance and make an appointment for online car-hailing."

He Qian glanced at the door every time he said a word, the desire to escape was too obvious.

"Let me pick you up, you are an artist anyway, don't always use public equipment. In case you become popular one day, the unscrupulous media will use this to discredit the company."

Yang Yuran firmly insisted, took out a credit card from his pocket, and handed it to He Qian: "Go and buy a suit of clothes yourself, within 2000. There is no need to be too formal, it is best to lean towards a clean and refreshing style."

"I don't need your money. I have managed my self-media account well. The traffic is not as good as that of a big internet celebrity or popular star. At least the income can maintain my livelihood. The company has never turned a blind eye to our account. As long as we don't Show your face, the company won't interfere too much. I arrive half an hour early on weekends, come here to pick me up."

He Qian pushed back the card and quickly fled from her 404 office.

Yang Yuran was speechless for a while, took out her mobile phone and used the front camera to take a picture of her face, she didn't seem to show any signs of wanting to eat people, the child was terrified.

He Qian's overreaction made her feel worried, can this child cooperate well in the weekend party?
In the afternoon, I let go of my anxiety and dealt with Fan Sirui's transfer procedures.Since Fan Sirui is the captain of the second group, he has to complete the signed variety shows and new songs before he can completely transfer to the group.

It will take about two months, so Yang Yuran will mainly focus on He Qian's physical fitness training in the near future, and see if there are other boys who can be trained.

Time passed quickly, and before I knew it, it was Sunday morning.

In Hangzhou, which is approaching May, you can wear short sleeves with outerwear, and you can take off the outerwear when it is hot in the afternoon, and gradually enter the days of showing white arms and thin legs.

Yang Yuran didn't choose clothes that could reflect her body advantage, but chose a set of Fila sportswear as usual, and also didn't dress up carefully, only using eye shadow to make dark circles under her eyes appear.

The protagonist is not her, and she has something to ask for from the other party. Of course, she must have the self-consciousness of being a green leaf, and try her best to bring out He Ningyue's dazzling light.

Yang's mother saw that Yang Yuran always didn't open the top to match the big G, and understood her daughter's desire not to show off, so she gave Yang Yuran her scooter BMW 4 Series.

There is no need to be polite between mother and daughter. Yang Yuran took the key, adjusted the seat, and drove to the company with a kick of the accelerator.

Stop in the temporary parking space and send a message to Heqian: Put on your hat and mask and come down, I am on the right side of the road downstairs from the company.

He Qian replied quickly: "Okay, Sister Yang, I'm coming down."In fact, I don't need to wear paparazzi-proof things. I don't have many loyal fans, basically all of them are black fans.

Distraughtly, Yang Yuran pressed the instruction: some things are ugly when spoken out, others don’t think highly of you, you have to look good at yourself.

The stubborn little donkey made her deeply worried again, and she only hoped that the little donkey could show his professionalism in variety shows and work overtime.

There was no reply for more than ten minutes, and the car window was knocked.

Yang Yuran opened the car door and waved to He Qian who was only wearing a mask. He Qian got into the co-driver and fastened his seat belt.

He looked at the boy next to him with scrutiny, and he was quite smart, he chose black and white casual clothes, not too fancy, but at least he looked comfortable.

Yang Yuran deliberately put away her thoughts of teasing the other party, fearing that the donkey would drop her at a critical moment.

If she messed up today, she would have to deal with Shen Gu's hot trouble by herself.

At [-]:[-], he arrived near the script store designated by He Ningyue, at the entrance of the scenic spot.

The script store is located by the Xianghu Lake in Xiaoshan. The scene is perfectly integrated with the natural scenery, which makes people feel very substituting.

Yang Yuran locked the car, walked beside He Qian, gave him her upper arm, and reminded him in a low voice, "Help me."

With a resolute and bitter face, He Qian stood motionless on the spot.

The lumpy response made Yang Yuran dizzy, she was so depressed, she would have told He Ningyue to come by herself, and let He Ningyue help her find a game partner.

Hey, everything is too late to know.What else can I do now, let's carry it on.She understands that the road to domestication is long and cannot be rushed, but today's matter cannot be delayed.

Taking a step back, he compromised and said, "Forget it, it's okay if you don't hold me. Don't sit too far away from me later."

Swallow the bitter fruit alone, and bring the donkey into the scenic spot.

The stubborn donkey followed her silently for five or six minutes. His frowning brows did not relax. He struggled for a moment and said in a low voice, "Sister Yang, Mr. Zhou told me before you came that you came to today's event because of me. I I will cooperate with you well, but it is best that you help me because of the height difference between us, otherwise it will look weird."

"Yes."

Yang Yuran raised her hand and patted her forehead, took the little stubborn donkey's arm, and couldn't help thanking her best friend in her heart, thanks to Zhou Yuanyuan's help in getting the vaccination.

The two of them both entered the quaint reception building. Just as their buttocks were warming up, several boys in linen clothes and tied with hemp ropes ran into the main hall.They knelt down at Yang Yuran's feet one after another, shouting heartbreakingly.

"Miss San, you are finally back. The old manor owner was poisoned and killed, and he died with regret. Please catch the murderer."

Yang Yuran played script killing when she was studying abroad, but what she played was the elementary version.Five or six people sit in the same room, get their own role introductions, read for 20 minutes, bring in the characters and start acting, which is not as interesting as the domestic immersion style.

"You good-for-nothings will cry. The third lady told us to take the third lady to her room quickly, so don't delay."

A butler-like character walked in from the back hall, taught them a lesson and cried bitterly, and gestured to Yang Yuran.

Yang Yuran nodded to He Qian, signaling him not to worry, the NPC who will meet him should be there immediately.

After getting He Qian's nod back, she left with the housekeeper, and met an unexpected person when passing by the pond, Qin Muyu.

He had already changed into a blue robe and a purple gold crown on his head.Judging from his face alone, his sword eyebrows and star eyes are very handsome.It's just that there is a chill in his expression that no one should enter, just like the exiled immortal in an ancient painting.

But if he looked down, he was holding a long halberd in his hand, the sharp tip was covered with bloodstains, it looked more like a killing god who had just returned from the battlefield.

Sensing her gaze, Qin Muyu's hostility dissipated, and he explained lightly: "My father has a good relationship with the He family, and he asked me to come and participate."

(End of this chapter)